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My Little Pony:Friendship is Magic OC RP

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He looked at him and finished up his drink. He felt a little dizzy from three glasses of scotch but It would take far more to make him drunk "Well, do you want to stay at my place as long as youre in ponyville?"

An eyebrow arched questioningly as Fry spoke. Bo's smile didn't falter. "You're too kind. I wouldn't want to be a burden on you," he started, voice dropping an octave. His vision was beginning to blur, and he felt his muscles relaxed. Even his wings felt lighter. "But I might take you up on that offer."

"If that is so," he remarked coolly, "then I would be in your debt if you allowed me a roof to sleep under." His violet eyes turned back to the bartender, looking their way. "One more round for us, Fry? What do you say?" he asked, careful not to slur his words in his increasingly intoxicated state.

All it took was another nod in the direction of the bartender before another round appeared. As the next glass was served to him, Bo flashed a playful smile at Fry. "Cheers. To newfound friends." This time, however, Bo was slower with his drink. He peered at the brown-ish colored liquid that now tasted sweet as candy on his tongue.

Bo left a pile of bits as well - it was only right. He would have to work harder to get back everything he had spent, but what was a life without the random night of revelry? He lived for spontaneous moments. "Well, how far are we going? I'm fine, believe me." He was still steady on his hooves as he left the table, focusing on the door again, willing himself to look like he wasn't as drunk as he was beginning to feel now that he was moving.

Bohemian Rhapsody paused for only a second - was it really a smart idea to follow a stranger like this? But the thought was fleeting. Bo had been in stranger situations before, and had always come out alright. Besides, Fried Crisp didn't really seem the homicidal type, and Bo always carried a dagger hidden safely away for protection, since he spent so much time alone. He followed Fry without a second guess. "You must be pretty tired from working today."

In reply, Bo made only a 'hm' sound. He looked around the town as they walked along. Other ponies were out and about still, and Bo wondered just how late it was. He was still careful not to appear visibly drunk as he followed Fry into his home.

Bo sat in a chair opposite the couch, and he could feel the other's on him. Vainly, Bo wondered if Fry was admiring his good looks - Bo had seen both stallions and mares stealing glimpses. He had no reason to assume that Fry was doing so, as the cook gave little indication. "I wouldn't say no to another drink."

As Fry was in the kitchen, Bo allowed his eyes to stray around the room. How trusting he is, the dark stallion thought to himself. I could be a thief and he wouldn't know it. Bo was many things, but a thief he was not, and when Fry returned, he simply nodded as he took his own glass. "Tell me more about yourself, Fry." He grinned. "Unless you're too tired."

Naturally, Bo smiled as Fry explained his ambitions. "A noble cause, indeed," he remarked with a quiet chuckle, taking another long sip. "I have often said the same of myself. As long as others feel when they listen as I sing, or feel the urge to smile when they look at my paintings, I know I have done my job well."

For a lingering moment, Bohemian Rhapsody didn't say a word. He was usually so good at getting to the bottom of things, trying to deduce why exactly Fried Crisp had invited him to stay, other than the kindness of his heart. But that wasn't a good enough excuse for Bo. He asked, rather boldly, "Are you bored with me, Fry? Are you going to sleep, then, or am I here for a reason?"

Sleep? Bo contained his disappointment. His head was still swimming from the alcohol, and he wondered how Fry could still be on his hooves without showing much impact from all of the drinking. Bo stood, as well, unwavering in spite of his drunken state. "Just tell me where you want me to go."